On Sunday I joined my husband’s family on not one, but two hikes to spread some of his mother’s ashes. I hadn’t been on a hike since our anniversary so it’s a good thing there weren’t many airborne bugs, because I walked the whole way with my mouth hanging open. You would never know I am a lifelong native of the Pacific Northwest. Get me in a forest and I turn into the double rainbow guy. “Oh my god, a tree! Another tree! Look at that rock! Look at that river! Oh my god . . .”
We hiked first to Boulder Falls,
And then to North Sauk Falls.